When I was a baby My mother wiped my bum Social media, then, is the fountai… As I become its obedient child Every time it wipes my memory

My wife fixed me with a stare that said Really, what haven’t you done for…

If Meta has its way Meta will be to the metaverse as God is to the universe Of course if you look God in the face

Social media– the bureaucracy of the people– is an eternal now where you always have just enough time

Looking for signs of intelligent l… We imagine their supremely advance… Like somnolent caterpillars Dreaming up fabulous cocoons of th…

I used to think the way it works i… if it’s true then you believe it Later, I thought if you believe it

Known knowns: Who I think you think I am Known unknowns: Who you think I am Unknown unknowns:

Being human beings Pacifists are just as obsessed With wielding power As everybody else And just as pathological as those

What would my life be like If I stopped worrying And trusted God completely? Instead of preparing for the worst And hoping for the best

Who is my trainer? God Who is my sparring partner? God Who is my cornerman?

In the face of loss I staved off loss of control by gainsaying a loss for words

Domination is feudal But resistance seems futile And lo, we canoodle With the large standard poodle We all know as boodle

Human beings evolved to avoid face-to-face conflict which was why until very recently everybody was talking behind each…

Before Descartes, you had to prove yourself with deeds After Descartes, you could prove yourself with words It’s been a war of words ever sinc…

I hope to live several decades more making it odd to know so very well what they’ll put